#poor casita

[fade-touched-shenanigans]

lmao browsing the “not beta read” tag on Ao3 gives me so much joy, I both love people’s creativity and to make a game of guessing what fandom does it comes from

#ok maybe not all tag variations bring joy. still sad about the 'no beta we die like casita' #poor casita

[aurelia11fan]

Inspired by the wonderful @julietashealing-child for her writings about mama bear Alma.

Three out of Three

Julieta can’t lie

Agustín can’t stop talking

Alma needs a long vacation

When you’re a single mother of triplets, you don’t sleep and if you do, it’s not deep sleep. Alma Madrigal had always been a light sleeper, but at this point in her life, her children were young adults and the teenage years had given her even less of a reason to relax. So she was up now at 11:30 at night because there was a faint noise downstairs and it had woken her.

She took her candle and shawl and was down the stairs when she heard more shuffling and then a thump as the cabinet door slammed and she entered the kitchen a minute later to find her eldest standing in the middle of the room, looking as if she’d just run a marathon from Bogotá through the mountains.

Julieta was breathing quickly and her face was flushed and her hair was messy, with large strands falling out of her carefully placed bun. Her forehead glistened with sweat and her blouse was slightly off center. She took a deep breath upon seeing her mother and moved to shuffle things around on the counter as if it was the most important task in the world.

“Mamá?! You startled me!”

“Julieta, what in the world? Are you alright? You’re completely flushed.”

“Fine! Fine! Really I’m fine!”

“It’s almost midnight! What are you doing still awake?”

“I need to finish baking something.”

Alma looked around the kitchen, but there were no supplies, ingredients opened, and the oven wasn’t even warm. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth, but she kept silent.

“And whatever this is can’t wait until morning?” Alma asked. Julieta worked hard, but she had a tendency to overdo it.

“Uh no…I…was looking for the sugar. I forgot there was an order I needed to take care of before tomorrow and…well…”

“You mean this sugar?” Her mother asked dryly, pointing to the large bag that sat in front of Julieta.

“Oh! Thank you, mamá…wow…I’m extra tired I guess.”

“Well, then you need to get to sleep, my dear,” Alma said, straightening herself up and motioning towards the staircase. “You mentioned at dinner that you wanted to make a few house calls in the morning and you usually start those before breakfast.”

Julieta nodded. Her fingers nervously twisted the pleats of her skirt. “Right.”

“And you wanted to go with Pepa to the fields to get new herbs for propagation…”

“Mhmm…” Julieta nodded calmly. Alma smiled at her.

“You’re a hard worker, mi amor. I think tomorrow might be a good day to take the afternoon and rest for a bit.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Julieta answered, somewhat distracted, eyes darting to the pantry. Alma’s smile turned up further as she followed her daughters gaze. None of her children were as subtle as they thought they were.

“But let’s get you to bed now.” The older woman draped her arm around her daughter. “I’ll walk upstairs with you.”

“Thank you mamá, but I just need to finish down here. As soon as I find the flour, I’ll go to bed.”

“I thought you were looking for the sugar.”

Julieta’s eyes widened. Shit

“I need both.”

“Well, I’ll give you a hand then.” Alma set her candle down and leaned against the counter, looking at her daughter. “Where should we start?”

“Mamá, really. I can manage.”

“Julieta you’re so tired, you’re forgetting which ingredients you need, cariño. Now let me help.”

“But…” Julieta clasped her hands in front of her and clenched her fingers together.

“Oh, Agustín!” Alma called in a sing-song voice. “Have you seen the flour?”

For a moment, the tension in the room lifted just slightly before crashing down heavy on mother and daughter as Julieta’s eyes grew wider than an owl’s as she stared at her mother in disbelief with her mouth open and heart pounding in her chest.

“Mamá, what ?”

“Of the three of you…” Alma began, placing her hand in the pantry door. “You, Julieta are the worst liar.”

Alma unceremoniously pulled the pantry door open and Agustín fell out as the door gave way and he crashed into a heap at the older woman’s feet. Alma’s arms were cross and she looked at him with a bemused expression and raised an eyebrow. Julieta cringed and buried her head in her hands. Scrambling to stand up, Agustín adjusted his glasses and stuffed his tie in his pocket. The top few buttons of his shirt had been opened and he looked just as jittery as Julieta. She gave him an “I’m so sorry” look and he looked at the crucifix on the kitchen wall, praying God would take him quickly.

“Well, well…” Alma said after letting them squirm for a few minutes. “Good evening.”

“Uh, good evening, Señora Madrigal.” Agustín brushed his hair with his fingers, desperately trying to hold onto any dignity he had left. “Look, I…”

“Got lost on your way home? And ended up in our kitchen? Is that what you were going to say?”

Agustín cleared his throat and quickly shook his head. “No, no!”

“Well, you were helping Julieta look for supplies then? And the door just randomly shut behind you?”

“Señora…” he looked over to Julieta for help, but all she could do was shake her head helplessly.

“Now then, let me guess.” Alma continued. “Your tie has been removed and your shirt was going to be taken off because of the heat, is that right?”

Agustín raised his hands in a show of innocence.

“No, no! I would never…I was the one who insisted it stay on even though…Julieta was the one who wanted to…”

“Will you SHUT UP?!” Julieta shrieked. She had been hoping Casita would open a hole in the floor and bury her alive, but now she swore she could’ve killed Agustín in that moment.

Alma gave a strange look to both of them before pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing deeply.

“Alright then,” the matriarch said briskly. “Visiting hours are over. Agustín, say goodnight and I’ll walk you out.”

“Mamá, I can do it,” Julieta insisted. She could have cooked an arepa on her face.

“Julieta, you need to find your flour, remember?” Alma said sweetly. “I’ll see Señor Rojas out. Young man, say goodnight to my daughter and come with me. If you give her a kiss, please make it one that is kind to my eyes.”

Gulping, Agustín gave Julieta a fast peck on the cheek and left her in the kitchen to follow Alma out to the front hall and to the door. He braced himself as Alma stood before him and spoke. He was considerably taller than her, but she currently had an air about her that made him feel about two feet tall. For a moment, Agustín could have sworn that he even saw Pedro Madrigal’s portrait glower at him.

“Agustín, look at me.”

“Señora.” he whispered.

“Ive known you a long time and you and your family are held in high esteem by mine. I’m sure you’d like to keep it that way. Our house is much livelier and brighter during the day so until you and Julieta are wed, let’s limit our visits to then, yes? Nine o’ clock in the evening will be a reasonable time for you to leave and the same goes for Julieta leaving your home. Just in case you were considering defiling your mother and father’s pantry as well. I’m glad you are courting Julieta, but these are my rules and I don’t negotiate.”

Agustín nodded at her as relief flooded him and the realization that Alma wouldn’t strangle him began to take hold.

“Marriage is my plan, I promise.”

“I assumed marriage was your intention,” Alma said, nodding.

“Yes! Lo siento…that is. I love Juli with all my heart and yes I want to marry her someday.”

“When the time is right.” Alma said with a smile.

“With your blessing, señora.”

“Good. Alright then,” Alma said, opening the door. “Give my regards to your parents.”

“I will.” Agustín began to walk down the stairs but in a sudden burst of courage and relief decided to ruin the moment. “Señora Madrigal, I promise I wasn’t going to take my shirt off…or anything else! Or DO anything else. I didn’t and won’t …I mean I absolutely wanted to, but I won’t! Not in your pantry anyway and definitely not before we get married. Julieta’s clothes stay on too! No matter what she keeps telling me!!”

Dios

Alma gaped at him and her mouth hung open. As the words he just spoke floated in the air, Agustín seemed to register just what he had said and wished badly that he had a window next to him so he could put his head through it.

“Casita?” Alma’s voice was deadly calm.

With a swish, Casita’s stairs became rubber and tossed Agustín into the air and onto a patch of moss a few feet from the house.

“Goodnight!” Alma called out. Pulling her shawl around her shoulders, she re entered the house and seriously thought about a hard drink before she went back to sleep if only it weren’t for the headache that was starting to form. That’s three out of three for the week, she thought. Pepa and Bruno had both given her migraines at the beginning of the week with their antics and now Julieta rounded out the trio. Walking back to the kitchen, she glanced with a huff at her late husband’s portrait.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

His brown eyes seemed to wink back.

-End

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #encanto fandom #julieta x agustin #agustín x julieta #agustín madrigal #poor Alma #alma madrigal #mama Alma #pedro madrigal #casita knows

[encantoisawesome]

@junosaccount​ here is your request

the kitchen

i love the design of the kitchen, absolutely love it. the tiles are cool, i love the butterfly wall, the kitchen itself is flipping HUGE. i just love it

#encanto #casita #any one else see the large amounts of bananas and garlic that is in the kitchen? #also the last screenshot breaks my god damn heart #poor luisa #art reference

[windtowee]

Dating Camilo Madrigal headcannons

Tw! Stealing but in a wholesome way,

Gender neutral! Reader

Romantic

A/n: pretty boy fr fr

BROS SUCH A GENTLEMAN

He will do anything to make you happy, even if he ends up looking like a fool in the end

He will rant to everyone who’s willing to listen (Poor Dolores hearing her brother’s simping)

He brings you over to the Casita all the time

If abuelita Alma doesn’t like you then sucks to suck grandma, he’s dating you no matter what (Giving Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran)

He always steals food for you and him to eat later

He always gives you piggyback rides, idk why I just feel like he would be chaotic like that

He’d definitely show up at your house with your favorite flowers

Gets you clothes to match with his color scheme

He’s the type that’ll look at you lovingly when you’re sleeping with drool and bed hair

He’s totally a golden retriever

Shape shifts less around you since he knows that you want the real him, not the people he can be

Absolutely loves PDA and will shower you with kisses if you let him

His love languages are physical affection and food.

Yes, food is an important one.

#disney x reader #encanto x reader #camilo madrigal x reader

[zafirosreverie]

Little furry friend (Bruno x F!Reader) part 1

Part 2

a/n: If you know where Sebastián the rat is from, congratulations you are so cool and I love you a lot :)

For @hectic-hector hope you like it!

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"Sebastian?"

Bruno asked quietly so as not to disturb anyone as he bent down and reached under the cupboard for the umpteenth time that afternoon. It was not uncommon for some of his rats to spend time away, usually with Antonio, but they always returned at least by meal time. It had been days since the last time he had seen Sebastián eat at Casita.

He was worried, even though his younger nephew had assured him that the rat was fine and not getting malnourished, which meant that he was getting food elsewhere, and that was what scared him. Why didn't his little furry friend want to eat with him anymore? Where did he go every day? Where did he get food from? Who gave it? And why didn't even Antonio know?

He was being paranoid and he knew it, but after spending ten years in solitude with only rats for company, he had learned to love these animals as if they were part of his family, no matter how horrified Pepa and his mother felt about it.

"What are you looking for?"

The man jumped out of his skin and hit his head against the furniture. He grunted a little as he sat on the ground and rubbed his head, before looking at his older sister trying to hide her giggling behind her hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Julieta said but her tone revealed how amusing she found the situation "are you okay?"

"Yes, yes" he answered, accepting the hand she offered him to stand up "it's just that I can't find Sebastian"

"Your rat?"

"yes, have you seen it?"

"Bruno...you know that only you and Toñito can distinguish them, right? For me they are all the same"

"How can you say that?" he asked a bit offended "They are clearly different, I don't confuse your three daughters with Pepa's three children, do I?"

The healer simply rolled her eyes fondly and offered him a soft, apologetic smile. Although she and Pepa never fully understood Bruno's love for those animals, they loved their brother and knew how important they were to him, if he said they were different, she would respect it.

"Have you already asked Antonio?"

"Yes, but he said that his animals didn't want to tell him where he was, something about a secret and that it wasn't time yet" he shrugged.

"Oh how lovely, maybe your son has a surprise for you?" she laughed

"It's not funny, Julieta" he frowned "...I just want to know that he's okay"

"I'm sure he is" the brunette smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder "don't worry, you'll find him"

"I hope so" he sighed defeatedly "I'm going to look for him in town, I hope he's not in trouble"

Julieta silently watched as Bruno left shoulders hunched and looking definitely defeated and tired. He didn't even wave back to Pepa when he walked past her through the door.

"Is he ok?" the redhead asked

The older triplet just shrugged and looked where her brother had gone before she got up and went to work with her sister’s help. They both knew perfectly well that of their trifecta, Bruno was the one they understood the least, but they hoped that he would go to one of them if he really needed them.

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Bruno hurried through the paths of Encanto trying to catch up with Sebastián. He had spotted it a few minutes ago and although he tried to call it, the animal simply ignored him and went on his way, leaving the poor man making a scene around town while he tried to catch it.

Usually, he would be embarrassed that he was making a fool of himself and that people would gossip about him even more (despite Mirabel's best efforts, he knew that there were still people who believed that he brought misfortune), but at that moment, he just wanted to find out where his rat ran off to every day.

So he followed him regardless of the looks of the townspeople or the tiredness of his legs. You'd think after all the time he spent on Casita's walls jumping between rafters, running across the floor would be a piece of cake, but no, he really needed to work on his physical condition.

"Where are you going?" he thought, as he watched the rat turn a corner.

He really didn't like to leave his room, much less his house, so he was probably the only Madrigal who didn't know the whole town like the back of his hand, but even he knew that house belonged to the friendly carpenters of the town, although he did not know them personally. What was his rat doing there?

"Oh hey buddy, you're late"

 Bruno quickly hid behind a tree so you wouldn't see him, and his eyes widened when he saw you take the little animal without problems. Usually, people were afraid or disgusted of rats, judging them without knowing what a wonderful being they really were, but you didn't seem bothered or disgusted in the least.

"I was beginning to worry about you" you said kindly, patting the rat's head "here, I saved you some bread."

You laughed softly when the small animal squealed with excitement and started eating out of the palm of your hand. You had no idea where it came from, but the little rat had been visiting you for days and you were starting to grow very fond of it, and you always tried to save some food for it, even though if your parents found out, they would probably scold you.

Bruno looked at you carefully, not realizing that little by little he was coming out of his hiding place. He couldn't help it, something in you made him want to be close. You jumped when you heard a branch snap near you and turned to see a scruffy-looking, hunched-over man with a guilty expression. The hourglass design on his ruana told you everything you needed to know about his identity: Bruno Madrigal.

The man mentally kicked himself for scaring you like that and he really wanted to apologize, but it was always hard for him to talk to people and just when he managed to find his voice again, you smiled at him. It was such a beautiful and sincere smile, not one of those forced ones that people usually gave him to please the rest of his family, but one full of kindness and joy. Two words that were almost never associated with his presence.

"Hello" you said softly

He just waved at you, not really knowing how to respond, his mind was short-circuiting trying to comprehend that you were really talking to him, without malice or anything, that you weren't really scared of him.

"This little friend is yours?" you asked, carefully lifting the rat up for him to see.

Again, the seer only managed to nod. He felt terribly stupid and began to hate himself more and more for not being able to talk to you back. You were probably thinking that he was pathetic and you would want him to leave immediately.

And yet your smile never left your young and beautiful face. Yeah, he couldn't help but notice that you're definitely a few years younger than him, though maybe not that many (and to be fair, ten years locked up in walls without seeing sunlight ages anyone) and for some reason, it was a thought that began to burn in his mind.

"I was wondering where he came from" you said when you didn't get any more answer "he has been coming daily"

Bruno jumped a little when he noticed that you had gotten closer and now you were standing just a step away. You smiled at him again and held out the little animal, praying that your blush wasn't as noticeable as you felt. If you were being honest, you hadn't expected to talk to a Madrigal in…well, ever.

You were too shy for that. Since childhood, you almost never talked to anyone, preferring to listen from the side or just nod and smile. Your parents always told you that this way you would never get friends or a boyfriend (even though you had had suitors, but they never caught your eye), but you really didn't care, you were fine on your own, or at least that's what you told yourself, despite that there was a feeling of loneliness stuck in your chest.

So why did you feel the need to talk to this man? Perhaps it was the mysterious aura that surrounded him, or that the legend about him, which had run through the town since you were little, told you that there was something more to him. You had never believed that the youngest of the Madrigal triplets was really the cause of people's bad luck, you thought that people simply did not understand him and that he must feel very lonely... like you.

You weren't sure, but from one moment to the next, you needed to at least get a word out of him, to feel that you weren't making a fool of yourself. That he seemed cute and somehow handsome, had nothing to do with it, no matter what your racing pulse wanted you believe.

“I-I’m sorry if he bothered you” he stammered, looking at you awkwardly and not knowing if he should grab Sebastian and run out of there.

"Oh no, he's a little angel" you said "he's kept me a lot of company"

"re-really?"

"Yeah...I'm a bit of a loner" you admitted "so it's welcome company"

"O-oh! Me too!" he said without thinking "I-I mean I'm l-lonely too" he quickly added

Bruno really wanted to kick himself, what kind of creepy man would say that to a woman he had just met? You were the only one who hadn't looked at him with suspicion or fear in many, many years, and here he goes, ruining everything. Surely you would ask him to take the rat away and never come back and-

Were you laughing? No, wait...were you smiling at him? Him? After what he had said? Yes, that's exactly what you were doing. You couldn't help it, he was just too cute and the way he looked at you, as if he hadn't expected you to talk to him, much less smile at him, was charming.

"Well...we could do each other a favor" you said

"A f-favor?"

"I'm Y/N, my pleasure" you said, holding out your hand.

"B-bruno" he replied, looking at your hand suspiciously for a few seconds before shaking it awkwardly. You really did have soft hands.

"Well, Bruno" you smiled "now you have a friend"

He looked at you puzzled and a little alarmed, as if the word wasn't in his vocabulary. Why would someone as beautiful as you want to be friends with someone like him?

"Don't look at me like that" you chuckled softly "we share custody of the little one now anyway"

"I-I guess so" he replied, barely reacting in time to catch the rat that was jumping towards him.

"Well, it's better that the parents get along right?" you said flirtatiously.

You were surprising yourself, you usually wouldn't be this bold and a part of you wondered if you weren't crossing the line. But the man's blush and nervousness were too cute to resist, and if you had to use your furry little friend as an excuse to see him again, so be it.

"P-parents?!"

"I'll see you tomorrow Bruno, our son enjoys trips to the river" you said, turning around to go back to your house "will you pick me up at 2?"

"E-eh, y-yes, yeah!" he replied as his brain tried to catch up with everything

You just smiled over your shoulder and waved before disappearing into the house. Bruno stood there for a few more moments, processing everything before slowly walking back to Casita. What the hell had just happened?

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"Are you okay? It seems you saw a ghost" Julieta asked worriedly as her brother entered the kitchen.

"Yeah...I'm fine" he replied, his cheeks flushed.

"Did you find your rat?"

"Yes, he is playing with Antonio"

"Excellent"

The healer smiled at him and went back to cutting the vegetables. She could sense that her brother had more to say, but she knew better than to push him, he would tell her when he was ready. They were silent for a couple of minutes until Bruno sighed and dropped his head on the table with a thud.

“Juli?”

“Yes?”

“I think…I think I have a date”

The room fell deathly silent as the older triplet dropped her knife on the cutting board and looked at her brother. She never thought she would hear those words from Bruno's mouth, much less at this age but- her train of thought stopped when a sudden thunder sounded above their heads. They both turned to see Pepa watching them with wide eyes.

“You have a what?!”

#reader insert #x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno magridal #encanto x reader #encanto imagine #encanto #female reader

[gamerbearmira]

Here's an AU idea I had. Took some inspo from your Protective AU and ReikoMizutani's 'Whatever it Takes' fic. Mama Julieta is pissed and takes matters into her own hands.

Julieta stood in the courtyard of Casita, it was the dead of night and everyone else was asleep, and the only light came from the glowing candle that sat in the windowsill. Julieta looked up at the candle with pure disdain, she didn't understand, everyone had been given a special gift, everyone except little Mirabel, her gift ceremony was a few weeks ago, and the poor girl had been inconsolable ever since, she's convinced there's something wrong with her or she did something bad to not get a gift, but Julieta refuses to believe that, her Mirabel is the sweetest girl in the world, she deserves a gift more than anyone. As if being denied her birthright wasn't enough, people had begun to treat her differently, the townspeople gave her weird looks and whispered behind her back, Isabela had begun to distance herself from Mirabel, and Alma practically avoided her like the plague, shooing her away whenever she sought her out. To top it all off, Bruno had disappeared the night of Mirabel's ceremony, Julieta didn't know what to think about that, sure she was worried sick for her hermanito, but she had a horrible feeling that Bruno's disappearance was tied to Mirabel's ceremony in some way, if her brother had left simply because he was freaked out Mirabel didn't get a gift she would personally strangle him. It made her blood boil, Mirabel was crying herself to sleep each night in a nursery she had been promised she would move out of by now and was being ostracized by her own town and family for something she couldn't control, and it was all that stupid candle's fault!

Julieta seethed silently in anger until a clatter of tiles at her feet pulled her away from her thoughts, "what is it Casita?" She asked, unable to hide the anger in her voice, the house rumbled as it rearranged itself, forming a staircase up past the second floor and to the windowsill that held the candle. Julieta was confused but climbed the staircase nonetheless, she peeked through the window into the candle room to make sure her mother wasn't there before staring down at the candle like it was a piece of trash. "Why?" she asked angrily, "why did you do this to her? You were supposed to protect this family, how is ostracizing Mirabel protecting the family? All the other children got gifts, how is that fair? How does making Mirabel feel like she did something wrong, or isn't good enough for your miracle, help anyone?!" Julieta took deep breaths to keep herself from raising her voice further, the last thing she needed was to wake someone up. "Why?" She asked again, "doesn't she at least deserve an explanation?" The candle seemed to spark in response, was the candle mocking her? Julieta's anger came to a boiling point and she grabbed the candle in frustration, having half a mind to just throw it to the ground or snuff it out right then and there, but before she could do either of those things, the candle flared up and Julieta felt a burst of magic course through her.

The miracle answered, and everything became clear, of course, how could she have not seen it before? It wasn't the candle, or the miracle, it was Alma, she had always put so much pressure on the family, to use their gifts to serve the community, to earn their miracle, she demanded nothing less than perfection, Pepa was never allowed to just let her emotions be, she always had to bottle everything up and force moods on herself to make whatever weather was convenient, Julieta was practically chained to the kitchen since the day she turned five, seriously, who makes a five year old cook food for an entire town? And how many times have people come to her stand with minor injuries that would heal on their own within a week? It was ridiculous, poor Dolores had to hear so many uncomfortable things, invading other people's privacy just for the sake of 'keeping an eye on things' like she was little more than a walking surveillance system, and little Luisa, she had just gotten her gift a few years ago, but she was already saddled with so much work, just last week she had moved an entire house just so the owner wouldn't have to deal with their noisy neighbor, Julieta had tried to protest this, saying Luisa was too young to lift something that heavy, even with her super strength, but Alma had brushed her off, saying Luisa was 'just doing her part to help the community' why hadn't she objected more? She could see her daughter struggling under the weight, why hadn't she done more to stop it? It's no wonder Bruno left, Alma had always insisted he do visions to foresee potential danger and then chastise him when he gave a vision someone didn't like, as if he controlled the future. Bruno had already cracked under the pressure, how much longer until the rest of the family followed suit? Well no more.

Julieta held the candle close as she descended the staircase back to the ground floor, "thank you, Casita" she said as the home once again rearranged itself, the staircase now leading to a blank space on the wall of the second floor. Julieta smiled as she reached the second floor, she knew her daughter wasn't to blame for the failed ceremony, and she had been right, it was Alma's fault, Alma had put the gifts and serving the community over the well being of her family, in trying to 'earn' their miracle she had actually weakened it, to the point where the magic wasn't strong enough to give Mirabel a gift, Julieta would make sure the town knew who was to blame for the failed ceremony, she had heard far too many rumors about that regarding her daughter, but first she had to right her mother's wrong. Julieta put her hand on the wall, and the candle once again glowed brighter, the wall swirled with magic until it eventually formed a blank door, complete with an intricately carved doorknob engraved with an 'M', Mirabel's door was back, Julieta couldn't wait to see the look on her little girl's face, and she would make sure it works this time, Alma won't take anything else from this family ever again.

Bruno was startled from his sleep as Casita threw him off of the chair, "what was that for Casita?" He asked, Casita pointed towards the door of his makeshift room, urging him to look beyond it, Bruno shrugged and opened the door to see whatever it was Casita wanted him to see, in the darkness, it took Bruno a moment to see what it was Casita had woken him for, the cracks, which had laced the walls since long before Bruno took up residency there, were gone, some smaller cracks still remained, but the bigger ones that Bruno had tried desperately to patch had disappeared, as of they were never there. Bruno could only stare in shock as he thought back to his final vision, the one that drove him to hide within the walls:

Mirabel, standing in front of a cracked Casita, with Alma looming over her, holding the snuffed out candle and giving a stern look Bruno had come to expect from her, but shifting the tablet showed a different image, Mirabel in front of a now intact Casita, and instead of Alma, it was his sister Julieta, holding the burning candle as she smiled down at her daughter.

WHATEVER ITS TAKES MENTIONED RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

You i finished reading the rewrite. Amazing. Love the writing and the writer is so nice, y'all should check it out, its so good.

ANYWAY THIS IS SO RAD. I honestly need to do more protective content, its been a while (then again I need to revisit ALL my older aus tbh). Candle holder Julieta...I'm so down with it. Like who she is the most caring and she always has her family's beat interest in mind. Especially Mirabel. Imagine how heartbroken Julieta is whenever she's sees Mirabel mopping around. And she even noticed the other family members at their struggles. Like she wasn't having it anymore, and she is so real for that.

Also, random asf, but I love it when. They bully the candle. Like why bully each other, GET THAT CANDLE❗❓ anyway shout to candle for helping Julieta see who's REALLY at fault (Alma I still love you <///3).

Shameless plug to give fanart for whatever it takes and this snippet Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

ALAO BRUNO!!! COME OUT THE WALLS!!! Or like. Something. Hopefully he sees Julieta taking a stand 😭

THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVED READING IT (twice) AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE (if you have it and want to share with the class <333)

'Whatever It Takes" is by @reikomizuao3 on AO3 <3333

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto bruno #encanto julieta #protective au #whatever it takes #we need more evil Madrigals #but like not towards each other #towards the REAL problem 🤨 #but also I don't condone violence guys

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Sixth part of Intertwining Threads of Gold, based on a prompt by @time-for-a-grandkid-round-up.

The one where Mirabel becomes matriarch.

Dolores’ confrontation plan and how the family react to the news.

Not really the “official” sixth part. More of a five and a half.

Previous part of ITOG.

Comments are always appreciated.

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Intertwining Threads of Gold VI

“I…” Mirabel took a breath, trying again. “I don’t want to be matriarch. I never did. I never will. But I don’t feel like I’m getting a choice in the matter. And the tapestry also symbolises my death and suffering, as likely a hummingbird would bleed out and not survive long enough to know the loss of freedom, though why am I adding that?” She rambled, as quickly as possible.

Dolores blinked.

That was a lot of information really fast.

“You might be worse than I am.”

“What do you— never mind, I don’t need to know. Where is Luisa?”

“Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

“But I did as you asked.” Mirabel argued.

“Why?” Dolores asked, ignoring her cousin. “You didn’t explain why you felt like you weren’t getting a choice. Or why you’ve not said any of this. I already know you don’t want to be matriarch, that information is useless to me.”

“I did as you asked! Please? I’m worried about Luisa.”

“Yes, and the longer you refuse to cooperate the more likely she will get hurt. Probably fall in a ditch and die.”

Mirabel looked horrified. Dolores leaned back a little from the anxious beating of Mirabel’s heart. “Why would you say that!?”

That’s when a figure poked their head through the doorway: Pepa.

“What are you two arguing about?” She asked.

“Don’t tell her, please.” Mirabel whispered.

When neither answered - Mirabel turned away and looked like she could keel over and die at any minute; Dolores just stared passively, hoping to catch her mother’s intrigue - Pepa just sighed, entering the room, taking a seat.

Her mother paled when she caught sight of the tapestry.

“This is… Where did this come from?” The woman inquired.

“Mirabel’s room,” Dolores answered.

“Sobrina, why would you make this? It… it is very disturbing.”

Thunder rumbled.

“What if Antonio happened to find it? What would he say? Ay, mi niño… he’d be terrified. And his poor animals.”

Mirabel was shaking in Dolores’ grasp, eyes locked on some spot on the wall in a poor attempt to avoid crying.

“Have you noticed the colours, Mama?” Dolores prompted. “Aren’t they familiar to you?”

There was a brief pause and then a gasp. “It’s us! That makes it so much worse… Mirabel? I’m not a mind reader, you need to talk.”

The girl in question made no move to answer.

“This is essentially Mirabel’s form of a diary, Mama.” Dolores explained. “There is probably more hiding in her room somewhere. But this one is about how she doesn’t want to be the matriarch and how she thinks she’s being forced into it.”

Her mother cursed, almost offended. “But we aren’t forcing you into anything! We would never do something this… this horrible! We aren’t monsters!”

Pepa continued ranting. Mirabel was hyperventilating at this point.

Dolores relented, letting go of Mirabel’s arm. “Luisa isn’t working. She’s just taking a walk. You can calm down, it’s fine.”

Mirabel paused. Momentarily.

She didn’t wait around too long before she then left Casita altogether.

~~~~~~

Isabela had only left her room to use the bathroom when she heard the commotion downstairs.

How could she not?

Everyone downstairs was screaming at each other.

She doesn’t think she’s ever heard the grown-ups all be so loud before.

She briefly caught sight of Félix guiding Camilo, Antonio and a collection of animals into Antonio’s room, clearly trying to keep them unaware of what was going on.

And Dolores walking along to Mirabel’s room, with a cloth hidden behind her back. Looking a little guilty.

God, she hates being grounded.

She misses out on all the fun stuff.

~~~~~~

Luisa holds back a frustrated groan. Of course, that’s all they had gotten from the tapestry or whatever Dolores told them.

(Speaking of, her cousin best pray Luisa doesn’t find her. Because telling everyone else was definitely not part of the agreement).

They think Mirabel is just having doubts.

Each coming up one at a time to explain why they think Mirabel is good at this job and list her many qualities that make her a fitting matriarch. And even Mirabel, thoroughly overwhelmed, has a look of ‘that is not remotely true’ on her face.

“She doesn’t want to be the matriarch,” Luisa finally explodes, gently tugging Mirabel behind her. Still holding her hand. “Why the fuck any of you thought she would because of the past alone is beyond me.”

“Luisa, language,” Julieta chides.

Agustín glances down at Mirabel. “Is this true?”

Luisa protectively shifts Mirabel further around behind her. “What the fuck do you mean ‘is this true’? You didn't consider her PTSD at all when you made this plan? She hasn’t really been lying about her feelings either, which you’d all know if you paid her any amount of attention. She even told you all she didn’t want this when you first told her - several times! I wasn’t even there! That was a big step for her and you ruined it! She was saying ‘no’ and talking openly to you all, why would you just ignore her!?”

She took a breath, trying to calm her temper.

“You are her family, parents and guardians, and you have all failed her.”

The adults looked away in an uncomfortable silence.

Félix took the chance to leave, mumbling some excuse about how he was going to check on Antonio and Camilo.

Pepa quickly followed suit. “It has been a while since Dolores left,” she whispered. “She was probably very concerned after the tapestry incident. I’ll go see how she is.” And didn’t wait to see if anyone would attempt to stop her.

“Nobody has anything to say?” Luisa demanded to the remaining adults in the room.

Nothing.

Or, well, Abuela said nothing.

Her parents clearly wanted to say something, but couldn’t think of what.

Tío Bruno just looked off into the corner, as though it would make him invisible.

“I think… I think we should have a talk,” Agustín said. He slightly gestured to himself, Julieta and Mirabel. Before Luisa could say anything, he added, “Alone.”

Luisa turned expectantly to Mirabel; it was her choice. The girl still looked distressed and maybe even terrified now, but she let go of Luisa’s hand and followed after her parents into a different room.

Bruno tried to sneak for the other exit, while she watched her sister go.

“Where do you think you’re going, Tío?” Luisa snapped.

“Ah, well, you know.. someone really should tell Isabela—”

“I’m not finished.”

#encanto #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #félix madrigal #alma madrigal #my writing

[m0rbs]

I put them in the goddamn backrooms

Ok I’m talking about it.

Each of the environments they land in is rather curated to their personality to fuck with them in a very specific way.

Kirk gets stuck in a soft two story 21st century era house, and he cannot leave. He can go into the garden but can’t get over the fence. The house itself is a bit of an entity (think casita from encanto I guess but much subtler and far more jarring) and Kirk makes friends with it and also maybe becomes horribly mentally unstable so sometimes Bones can’t tell if the house is alive or if Jim’s just losing it.

Kirk gets stuck in a soft two story 21st century era house, and he cannot leave. He can go into the garden but can’t get over the fence. The house itself is a bit of an entity (think casita from encanto I guess but much subtler and far more jarring) and Kirk makes friends with it and also maybe becomes horribly mentally unstable so sometimes Bones can’t tell if the house is alive or if Jim’s just losing it.

Bones lands in a seemingly neverending maze of pools and mirrors, and scavenges what he can from empty public pool locker rooms. It sucks and he hates it but occasionally the environment feels bad about his poor meow meow vibes and procures a hospital stretcher to take a nap in. He finds Kirk eventually because he’s chased in the right direction by a fucked up beast in a torn up Starfleet uniform.

Spock’s location screws him up big time. It has way more genuine horror elements and dangers beyond environmental ones. He can’t really be called what he was before and was obviously the one that chased Leonard to Kirk’s location. Once they realize it’s him and Jim makes Bones push him out the front door because he can’t leave on his own, Jim goes “look! I fixed him!” but even Spock’s newly humanoid form is kind of horrifying.

#scopophobia #scopophobia tw #art #horror #vaguely ig #Star Trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #jim kirk #james kirk #leonard mccoy #bones #s’chn t’gai spock #mcspirk

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hi there. I really like your fics, (specially the hogwarts legacy and the Encanto ones) so can I ask you for an Encanto fic in which M!reader (or GN!reader if you want more people to feel included) struggles to control their gift which is manipulating any forms of fire. Abuela gets mad for the chaos they have caused and the people are scared of them.

The reader is feeling really bad because they feel that their gift can only cause destruction but then Bruno appears and comforts them and tell them that all of the people are afraid of him too and that the gift they have is truly wonderfull.

If this doesn't bother you can you make this before the events of the movie? Maybe the reader can be still a child who got their gift not so long ago. And also that their mother is Pepa.

Thank you so much and sorry if my explanation was so long and impossible to understand. English isn't my first language. Have a nice day/ night!!

A/N: Thank you so much anon! So sorry for the delay, I ended up with chickenpox for the past few weeks and it is has taken me a while to recover. Hope you enjoy!

Destruction

child!Madrigal reader x Bruno Madrigal (platonic!)

The whole village was a flurry with anticipation. There was to be a celebration in the village square and the entire Madrigal family was helping with the decorations and preparations. Your cousin Isabela had created the most beautiful flower decorations, and you took one of the flowers in your hand to smell the sweetness of it. A little bit of pollen got into your nose and… “Achoo!” You sneezed, triggering your gift to set the poor, unsuspecting flower aflame.

“Ah! No, no, no!” You muttered, as you tried to stamp the flames out. In your panic, you only made the fire worse as you slowly set alight to ALL the decorations. Soon, half the village square was up in flames. Villagers started running around screaming, pushing and shoving as they tried to get away. Some of the village children ran up towards you before they spotted the flames coming from your hands. “Ah! Monster!” They screamed, running in the opposite direction to you.

Your mother, Pepa, saw the chaos happening. Her eyes narrowed as she saw that you were in the centre of it all. The sky darkened and rain began to pour from the sky, as lightning flashed dangerously and the loud rumble of thunder signified how terribly angry she was with you. “Oh no…” You whispered to yourself, as she came over to you, agonisingly slowly. Luckily, the intense rain was able to douse your flames, including the ones still hovering above your hands.

“Y/N!” A shriek of anger comes from the edge of the village square. You turn to see your Abuela coming towards you, her face in a vicious snarl. “How could you? You’ve destroyed everything your family has worked so hard on today!”

You sniff, tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t… control it.” Your chin wobbles, as Abuela yanks your arm to drag you back to Casita. Your family follows behind you, glaring daggers into your back. “I don’t want to hear it, Y/N.” Abuela shakes her head. “You have created absolute chaos, frightened the villages and disappointed your family. You must control your gift, or you cannot go out of Casita into Encanto.”

You gasp in shock, blinking rapidly as the tears mix in with the rain coming from Pepa’s storm. “You’ll lock me away in Casita?” You begin to sob, hugging myself as we trudge up the steps to Casita. As soon as you all get inside, you run up the stairs and run into your room, slamming the door. You flop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. It feels like your heart will break.

The door slowly creaked open, and your eyes land on your Uncle Bruno as he slinks into the room. “Y/N, let’s… have a talk.” You sit up, wiping your tears, as you sit cross-legged on your bed. Bruno sits beside you, a hand resting on your shoulder. “I know what it is like. To have a gift that causes fear in other people.” He says, as you look up at him, listening intently.

“People have a tendency to be… afraid of what they don’t understand. Now, you and I… we both have powerful gifts. Capable of great things… but also capable of causing a lot of damage.” You look down, sniffling, as you hug your pillow. “They see that power, and they are afraid. They don’t take the time to understand it.” Bruno adds, sighing as he looks down at you. “I know it seems tough right now, that no one will be able to see who you are, past the big scary fire…”

“They are so frightened of me… but it isn’t my fault, I can’t control it!”

“You will, with time. And when you can, they will love you for your gift. I think it is pretty neat, honestly.” Your face lights up. “Really?”

“Well, for a start, you can create a bonfire any time you want, and then we can toast marshmallows. Or when it is super dark, and you can just flick your hand and light us a torch? Yeah… your gift is awesome.” His words make you smile for the first time, the candles in your room start to burn a bit brighter.

“You keep your chin up, kiddo. Don’t listen to the others… listen to your Uncle Bruno.” You smile, feeling the room become warmer from the heat of your flames again.

“Thanks, Tío.”

#bruno madrigal x reader #platonic reader insert #encanto reader insert #encanto imagine #encanto x reader

[madricat]

Do I wanna know if you’re falling in love with me?

a Carlos x y/n fic loosely based on Do I Wanna Know and Falling In Love With You. This is my first fic ever written, so be prepared. Maybe some spelling errors.

Word count: 2269

inspo from here

There he was. Once again. Just you and him. Together. It was all too good to be true…

“Carlos!!! Mijo, hurry. Time to wake up!”

Of course. Defeated, he decides to get out of bed. When he does, he realizes his hand is gripping on to something.

“Dios Mio”

It was the little bear he has had since he was a kid. A little maroon bear with buttons for eyes and his initials CM on its feet. Every time he dreams of you, the bear is held tight. 

Once he puts the bear down and gets ready for the day (obvi making his hair cover his eye), he heads downstairs for breakfast.

“ Hola Tia,” he said while walking into the kitchen. “Ay Carlos, that’s the fifth time you’ve slept in this week,” Julieta said while cleaning the kitchen. “I know” “Another dream?” his Tia questioned as he went over to pour himself a cup of juice. “Si,” he responded before taking a sip.

His tia was one of the people he trusted. She knows about his little crush. How lately he’s been waking up late cause of his dreams.

“Why don't you say something?” she peaked up. Carlos shrugged his shoulders while taking a bite of an empanada that was sitting on the counter. “Mmm, this is really good. Did you try a new filling?” he questioned with food in his mouth, so good he kept going for another bite.

“Si! y/n gave me the idea, actually.” Upon hearing our name, a blush instantly appeared on his face. Of course, it didn’t help for him to think that you were getting along with his tia, someone he loves very much. 

“Carlos? Que Pasa?” “nada,” he quickly denied anything. “Then what’s that color in your cheeks?” she says teasingly to the poor flustered boy. “I have to go now! Adios Tisa!” he said, quickly exiting the kitchen before it could get any worse. Watching the sight of her nephew leave in a fluster made her laugh to herself.

In all fairness, Carlos really had nowhere to go. So he just decided to take a walk. Everywhere he passed, people were afraid. Oh, how he hated it. He hated it because he didn’t want you to as well. But according to his fears, he can't change how people see him, just like he can't shift the tide. It was something he couldn’t get rid of, like something in his teeth.

He was then snapped out of it when he heard a laugh. Not just anyone, though, yours. That damn laugh that made his knees weak. How he wanted to be the one to make you laugh, be right beside you and make you smile so big. 

“That sounds crazy y/n,” Mirable said in between laughs, “I wish I could go with you.”

“...go?” Carlos mumbled under his breath. No, you can't go. You just came a few months ago. You can't just leave after coming into his life. It would make him sad to see you go. He was sort of hoping you’d stay in this little town he calls home, even if it wasn’t your first home.

Ever since you came into town, something inside him hasn't been the same. Ever since the Encanto mountains broke, people have been coming in (ofc after Abuela approved). Carlos didn’t mind the new people as long as they didn't bother him. They were also new prank victims, so that was a plus. But he couldn't do that to you. It’s like whenever he tries, his body stops him. A feeling you can't fight. 

After learning about his defeat, he thought it was better to just go back home. The whole way back home, he dragged his feet and held his head low. Even when he arrived, Casita could see his mood and quietly opened its doors.

As he trenched up the stairs and down the hall, he got stopped by a voice he knew all too well, almost like the little voice in the back of his head.

“Have you got the guts?” a hushed voice questioned. “ Que?” “When are you gonna tell them?” his sister kept questioning him. “Tell who what?” he kept denying. “Tell y/n that you are in love with them,” she finally said. “Love is a bit strong,” Carlos rebutted. “Dios Mio, you have no idea that you’re in deep,” she said dramatically; she couldn’t believe him. With this, Carlos gives Dolores a puzzled face. “You’re deeply head over heels for them,” she exclaimed. “You’re far from the truth,” he denied. “Then why did your heart start racing then,” she said with a little smirk, now seeing the color in his cheeks return.

Once he snapped back to it, his face turned upside down again. “ You overheard y/n and Mirabel, didn’t you?” With silence as her answer, she felt terrible for her Hermano.

After a while of no words exchanged, Carlos finally peaked up “...when do they leave?” “next week…you know-” “do I wanna know?” Carlos interrupts her. “Que?” she questioned, confused. “ Do I really wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?” he said, rolling his eyes in exaggeration and crossing his arms. “Talk to them then,” Dolores suggested. “When?” “Tonight,” she exclaimed before she started walking away. Then she stopped for a sec and turned her head towards him. “After all, the nights are mainly for saying what you can’t say tomorrow.” And with this, she continued walking away.

Well, he was screwed. It was tonight. Now or never. After months of being in love having a crush, he was finally gonna confess. He was pacing around his room, stressing. He didn’t have a clue about what to do. NONE! As he defeatedly throws himself into his desk chair, he places his elbows on his desk and runs his hands through his hair (showing both his eyes).

Maybe he can come up with a plan! He grabs his notebook and pencil and starts writing ideas. Stargazing? No. Picnic? No. Tear after tear after tear. Each one ending up with a crumble, then being tossed. With agony, he bangs his head on the desk, clueless. When he turns his head, he catches a glance at his bookshelf. With the sunset peeking through his window, a ray of sun illuminated the books. A certain one caught his attention tho.

A brown leather-covered book with Spanish-styled details edged in gold. And on the cover, a heart with angel wings. “Of course!” The answer was in front of him all along. How could he be so stupid? Now all he needed was his guitar and a quick trip to the town square.

His first step, get you to come. He transforms into a little red bird, and with his beak, he picks up a letter that he wrote.  As he started approaching your house, his nerves started to work up again. He was doing this. He was actually doing this. What if it didn't work? What if it was too stupid? What if he got rejected? What if you were already dating someone?! He was so busy questioning that he didn’t realize he had made it to your house and almost flew into it. But there he was, now flying right in front of your window. 

“Tap tap..tap..” Getting up from your desk, you go to see what could possibly be making that annoying noise. When you go to open your curtains, you’re shocked to see a little red bird with a letter in between its beak. You quickly open your window to let the little bird in and see what it wants. The moment you peek open your window, he swiftly flies in, drops the letter on your desk, and leaves. He was so quick that you didn’t have time to process it, let alone blink. With curiosity, you walk back to your desk to see a red letter written in black cursive,

Dear y/n:

Tonight, follow this bird. It will be waiting for you at 12 am.

See you then, Hermosa ❤️

“Her-Hermosa,” you say, surprised. The color in your cheeks was rising. You were over the moon, though!

You made sure to eat your dinner faster tonight and get ready for bed quicker. Welllll, technically you weren’t going to bed, but your family didn’t know that. 

After checking yourself in the mirror for the 20th time, you checked the time and saw it was 11:55 pm. “Here goes nothing,” you say to yourself, preparing for whatever may happen soon. You quietly open your bedroom door, making sure you woke no one up. As you creep down the stairs and to the front door, you didn't know you had stopped breathing until you made it outside.

It was a bit cold, not gonna lie. Waiting there, tapping your foot, you checked your watch. “12:01”. “Where is this bird?” you mumbled under your breath. You were getting a bit impatient since it was getting colder by the minute, only making you want to go inside more. Just when you say this, the bird lands on your shoulder, startling you. Then, with little chirps, the bird started flying away. 

You start chasing after the bird as it begins to head farther from the town. You didn’t even realize you were running in the direction of the famous Madrigals house.

Running up a tiny hill nearby, you attempted to catch your breath once you reached the top. Hands on your knees, when you look up, you realize that you have lost the bird. “mierda,” you say breathlessly. 

Suddenly, you feel a pair of cold hands wrap around your eyes. “You didn’t lose me, Hermosa,” a low, raspy voice whispered in your ear, so close you could feel his breath tickle your skin. “Keep your eyes closed, trust me.”

Well, it was too late now if you were being kidnapped. So you did as you were told and kept them closed.

Carlos couldn’t believe he was doing this. While he slowly removed his hands from your eyes, he cautiously started walking in front of you. Once standing face to face with you, he couldn’t help but just freeze for a second. How bad he just wanted to grab your face and feel your lips collide with his. But he knew he couldn’t. So he gently grabbed your hands as he started walking backward, guiding you to a little clearing. 

Your mind was racing with millions of thoughts. Do I know that voice? Where is he taking me? Why did I agree to do this? Where even am I? All of a sudden, you felt him let go of your hands.

You stood there with your eyes still closed, patiently waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Then, out of nowhere, you start hearing a guitar strumming. Curiously, you peeked open your eyes. When you did, you were awestruck. 

“ Wise men say only fools rush in.”

Carlos sang while looking down at his guitar. Around him was a circle of candles. Dimly lit up, allowing you to only see a figure of the stranger.

“But I can't help falling in love with you.”

He sang while slowly approaching toward you.

“No, I can't help falling in love with you.”

He lastly sang while now standing right in front of you, looking you in the eye.

As you two stood there, you were shocked. Now finally, being able to place a face on the mysterious admirer, you couldn’t believe it. Did thee Carlos Madrigal just say in song he loved you? You couldn't even mutter a single word. 

“Look, y/n, I know we’ve barely known each other, but I’ve just been wondering lately if your heart's still open. Cause we can be together if you wanted to, regardless of whether you are gonna leave soon,” he rambled. He was so nervous, why weren't you saying anything?! He could barely even comprehend what he was even saying.

This was so much for you to process right now.

“I-i,” you tried to form words, but before you could even get them out, you were interrupted. “-Look, I get it if you don't want-” “Carlos!” you interrupted him. This shocked him and made him shut up. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, too” “...really?” “yes, really,” you replied. He couldn’t believe it, you had just said you liked him back! His heart was now racing. Internally he was jumping up and down in joy.

“So we can be together then?” he said with excitement entangled in his tone. “Of course,” you answered. But then it hit him, “but aren’t you leaving soon? How would we make this work?” 

You were confused. You never told him anything about leaving; how would he-oh. “Ay, the chisme of this town,” you groaned under your breath while pinching the bridge of your nose.

Well, you couldn’t have confused the poor boy any more than he already was.

“ I only leave for two weeks, you know that, right?”

He didn’t respond; all he could think of was how stupid he was. Is that what Dolores was trying to tell him earlier? Is this what he gets when he doesn’t listen to people fully?

When he didn’t respond and just stood there with his mouth opened a little, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Aww, pobrecito,” you said between giggles before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

With that, Carlos shut his mouth and regained his stiff posture.

Guess this feeling really did flow both ways after all ❤️…

#carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x y/n #carlos my beloved #encanto carlos #my fic #encanto

[starsfic]

"what do MeAN i need sand to use my magic?!"

"What do you MeAN I need sand to use my magic?!"

Alma tried not to frown as they stepped into Brunito's room. She could already imagine the sand particles getting all over Casita's floor and all over her poor son. Said poor son looked around the bedroom, which was thankfully the right size for a five-year-old. She'd nearly had a heart attack when she saw how big Pepa's room was.

"It's empty," her redhead child chose to say at that moment. "It's so boring."

"Pepa!" Julieta, always the fair child, said. "Be nice! It's..." Both her and Bruno turned to see the eldest triplet look around, her Pedro's big brown eyes looking for something nice to say. "LOOK!" She pointed at a shelf. "Look, Brunito, you can put your vision there."

"Ooh!" Alma clapped. "It'll be like a little art gallery." The green glass image Bruno held of the future, the triplets beaming with cake in their mouth, was a piece of art. She knelt and smiled at her son. "What do you think?"

Bruno hummed, looking around. Something seemed to settle in him and he nodded. "Can you lift me up?"

Alma already was wrapping her hands around him.

"Always."

#my writing #Encanto #Bruno Madrigal #Alma Madrigal #Pepa Madgrial #Julieta Madrigal #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Mirabel Birthday prompt: Mirabel watching as the entire family does a horrible job of acting normal while they plan a surprise party

🙂

Her family were terrible actors sometimes. For a family of people who were so good at hiding their feelings, thoughts and stress, they were terrible at hiding when they were planning something.

Mirabel could admit, that included her. When she was planning a surprise, she knew her giddiness hinted at something. But she couldn't help it! She just got so excited!

And so it went for the rest of her family. Her birthday was coming up, two weeks away now, and it was painfully obvious they were hiding something. Conversations stopped when she entered the room. Dolores squeaked frequently and refused to make eye-contact. Luisa giggled at random. Antonio kept giving her a beaming smile and asked her questions like, "Do you want a new dress?"

Yeah. Obvious.

The front doors opened and Casita suddenly rattled the floor, hastily pushing Mirabel towards Abuela.

"Ah, Mira!" Abuela's smile was a little too wide and she looked worriedly at the doors as Félix came running in, doing a poor job of hiding the armful of wrapping paper rolls in his arms, and a big bag of what looked like balloons. "Perhaps you could help me with something in town, amor?"

"Sure, Abuela," Mirabel said with an amused smirk. "What is it?"

Abuela plainly hadn't thought that far ahead. She gave an undignified, sputtering cough and quickly steered Mirabel towards the back doors. Casita rippled, hurrying them along. Mirabel could hear Agustín calling, "Pepa, did you get it?" and Pepa practically screaming back, "Keep your voice down, idiot!"

"How about we just take a walk instead?" Abuela said with a sigh. Laughing, Mirabel linked her arm with Abuela's.

Her family was obvious. So terribly, horribly, ridiculously obvious.

It was a good job she loved them so much. Anyone else would tease them mercilessly.

#answers #asks #prompts #happy birthday mirabel #mirabel madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #la casa madrigal #casita #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #pepa madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #madrigal family shenanigans #my writing #encanto #encanto fanfic

[foreveranevilregal]

Hii! I just started reading ur stuff and love it!❤️❤️

So if u dont mind can u do one where antonio wanders off with his animals and its up to mirabel and the rest of the family to find him?

Thanks!! Keep it up love these😍😍❤️

Hi, thank you so much! I appreciate that a lot! I'm sorry this took so long...I've had some writer's block but hopefully it's over now. Hope you like this!

Dinnertime in the Madrigal family tended to be a chaotic affair. With the various family members busy helping around town or running errands all day, it was a wonder they could eat together at all. But Alma insisted, and Julieta agreed, that they should try to eat together as a family. So, one way or another, they’d find their way back to their casita by dinnertime.

Usually, this involved some level of hunting people down. The Madrigals would rarely all be congregated at home by the time dinner rolled around, as their gifts and abilities were useful around town. Demand for them to use their gifts for others’ benefit had definitely lessened since they got their gifts back; the townspeople had learned how to take care of many things independently in the intervening months and were trying to keep it that way. But there were always new parents who needed rest and appreciated Camilo’s babysitting services for a stint. Or farmers needing some intervention when inclement weather struck. Or people with grave injuries in need of healing (Julieta and Isabela had taken it upon themselves to teach people some more basic healing techniques using plants and herbs after realizing just how burned out the two of them were). Or those stubborn donkeys that just kept getting out…

By the time Julieta announced dinner was ready, the kitchen was usually abuzz with inquiries as to people’s whereabouts and requests to get them back home, all overlapping in glorious cacophony.

“Dolores, go find your brother.”

“Where is he, mamá?”

“I’m not sure…last I heard he was helping señor Gonzalez who threw out his back fix his roof.”

“Wait, why wouldn’t Luisa help?”

“I think she was dealing with some other crisis at the time- where is Luisa anyway?”

“I’m right here, tía, what’s going on?”

“We’re looking for Camilo.”

“Well you found him!”

“Ay, Milo, that isn’t funny! You’re gonna give your poor mamá a heart attack!”

“Camilo, stop changing into your cousins.”

“Sorry, papá…”

“We still don’t know where Luisa is.”

“I’m right here, tía.”

“That’s not funny, Camilo.”

“I’m over here, mamá.”

“Ayyyy, who else is still missing?”

“Well, Antonio was helping me with the donkeys, is he back yet?”

“Antonio!”

Everyone stopped running abruptly, bumping into each other. Camilo winced, rubbing his forehead which had unfortunately hit Luisa’s side in the mayhem. Isabela picked up the shards of the plate she broke after colliding with Dolores. The latter mumbled an awkward apology, cradling her own elbow gingerly. Mirabel was off to the side, assessing the damage. Thankfully, the food had been spared, but otherwise the kitchen looked like a tornado had passed through it.

Judging by Pepa’s erratic breathing, this wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. She leaned against the counter, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white, and squeezed her eyes shut. A breeze batted around the loose tendrils of her hair as she tried desperately to calm herself.

“Antonio was helping you with the donkeys?” She repeated weakly, fanning her face with her hand.

Luisa nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah. It was his idea actually. He figured it would be easier to corral the donkeys if he talked to them rather than having me carry them around town.” She stretched her arm carefully, groaning after a point. “I ran into him after finishing up moving the bridge, again, and he could see my shoulder was hurting me, so he volunteered to take care of the donkeys himself.”

Julieta let out a soft gasp, covering her open mouth with her hand. “You got hurt, Lu? Why didn’t you say anything, querida?” Turning around, she rummaged around the basket by the door and fished out a buñuelo. “Here.” She held it out towards her daughter.

Luisa shrugged, accepting the proffered food and taking a bite. She gave her arm another tentative stretch, sighing in relief when she could actually stretch it all the way. “Thanks, mamá. I guess I didn’t think it was that bad? I figured I’d just take some of your food later, like I always do,” she added as an afterthought.

“Like you always-“ Julieta started incredulously, but was interrupted by Pepa holding up her hand.

“Luisa, I’m sorry you got hurt, and you shouldn’t be trying to hide it, but right now my son is missing.” She clapped her hands to emphasize her point. “Can we continue this conversation after we’ve found him?”

Julieta nodded her acquiescence, but her lips pressed together in a thin line. “We’ll talk about this later, Luisa,” she said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Let’s go find Antonio.”

Haphazardly, the Madrigals made their way outside and followed Luisa as she led them through town.

“Okay, last I saw him was by señor Martinez’s house, but he was heading towards the runaway donkeys, which were by the church,” Luisa narrated to herself, turning decisively to the right.

“It makes a lot more sense for Antonio to deal with them, seeing as he can just talk to them,” Mirabel commented. “Why did anyone even think it was a good idea to make you haul them around on your back when Antonio could just convince them to go home?”

“Because they are tontos who don’t think, just like they can’t fix that stupid gate once and for all so the donkeys stop getting out in the first place,” Pepa muttered under her breath darkly, nostrils flaring as she continued marching under her heavy cloud.

“Ay, Pepa, don’t speak like that,” Alma scolded halfheartedly. “We should be kind to our neighbors.”

“They can start by being kind and not sending my children on fool’s errands. Then I’ll reconsider striking their yards with a lightning bolt. Idiotas…” Pepa kept up a steady stream of curses and insults under her breath, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

“She has a point, mamá.” Julieta placed her hand on Alma’s shoulder gently. “That gate has been loose for ages and no one has bothered to fix it. Wouldn’t it be much easier to fix it once than to ask us to bring the donkeys back all the time?”

“The town has kind of been taking advantage of the Madrigal gifts now that they’re back,” Agustín pointed out quietly. “Running to the family for help anytime something goes even slightly wrong. I try not to, but even I go to Julieta more often than I should.” He looked down in shame.

“Shh, amor, it’s not your fault you’re so allergic to bees.” Julieta patted his cheek affectionately. “Or that you keep finding them.”

“They’re everywhere!”

“He is right though.” Félix spoke up. He held Pepa protectively in his arms as they walked. “How many times do people ask for Luisa’s help instead of trying to figure out another way? And how often would people beg Bruno for visions rather than just plan their lives? Or ask you to heal the smallest of injuries? I get that paper cuts can be annoying but they’re not so bad to need magical healing, ¿eh?” He raised his hands with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“I suppose you’re right…” Alma trailed off, frowning.

“And what about Isa, having to conjure up plants all the time?” Mirabel chimed in. “Or Camilo, pulling babysitting duty constantly? Dolores, always having to keep an ear out for news? And poor tía Pepa! Anytime the weather isn’t what people want, she’s expected to make it up. ‘Make it sunny, make it rain, we don’t care how, just make it happen!’” She imitated mockingly. “Is it any wonder she made a hurricane on her wedding day?”

“I’m about to make a hurricane right now if we don’t find Antonio soon,” Pepa threatened. “Luisa, he has to have brought the donkeys back by now. Why don’t we check back there?”

“Good idea, tía,” she responded, but exchanged an uneasy glance with her mother, eyes darting towards the lightning now lining Pepa’s cloud. Clearly the two agreed that it would not be a good idea to bring Pepa within striking distance of the donkeys’ enclosure.

By this point, night had begun to fall. Pepa’s anxiety became even more palpable; wringing her hands and breaking away from the group, walking briskly in front of them. She stopped abruptly, narrowly avoiding another multi-Madrigal collision. “Dolores. Can you try to hear where he is?”

Dolores furrowed her brow. “I can try. It’s noisy tonight though. I’ll need to focus.”

“Please, Lola.” Pepa begged, shaking her shoulder. “I realize we ask too much of you, of each other really, but this is important.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. I just said it’s noisy.” Dolores closed her eyes and screwed up her face, concentrating. “I can make out his voice. It’s coming from that direction.” She pointed.

“By the river?” Alma sounded doubtful. “Why would he go there?” A shadow passed over her face.

Dolores shrugged. “It can be a nice place to go think.”

“You like to go there too?” Isabela asked her curiously.

Dolores nodded. “Wait, ‘too’? You go to the river?”

“I like to look at the plants. Ones I don’t have to create. They’re beautiful.”

“It’s calm and peaceful there,” Julieta said. “Away from the hustle and bustle of town…”

“No one telling you how to feel...”

“No one telling you what to do…”

“You can just…exist.” Mirabel exhaled.

Alma stared at all of them in turn. “Are you telling me all of you like to go to the river? And you never ran into each other?”

“I’d go when I didn’t hear anyone there,” Dolores explained.

“I preferred to go in the early mornings,” Julieta admitted.

“And I’d go late at night,” Pepa added.

“I’d go when people were too busy to notice I was gone.” Isabela shrugged.

“Me too, except it was easier for me. No one really cared if I was gone.”

A heavy silence hung after Mirabel’s admission.

“Mira…” Julieta brushed the hair out of her face. “You know that’s not true, right? Of course we care. Ay, after Casita fell, I almost died of worry.” She shuddered at the memory.

“I know, mamá.” Mirabel smiled at her reassuringly. “Things were different before though.”

“As much as I love this touching moment, can we go find Antonio now?” Pepa cut in, a frantic edge to her voice. “It’s dark, and he’s all by himself.” She started walking again, and the rest followed suit.

“Maybe not.” Dolores tilted her head towards the river. “Someone is with him. I hear him talking with Antonio.”

“Ay, Dios…” Pepa ground her teeth. “Mi pobrecito Antonio, out there all alone with no one to protect him.”

“From tío Bruno?” Dolores laughed. “That’s who’s with him, you know.”

“Wait.” Everyone did a double take. “He’s not with us?”

“How did we all miss that?” Agustín wondered.

“He wasn’t with us at home either,” Félix observed.

“I guess we’re not used to him being back yet?” Mirabel offered in explanation. “Since none of us noticed he wasn’t here?”

“He also liked to sneak off before he…” Alma cleared her throat. “Sometimes I thought his gift was invisibility, the way he’d just disappear.”

Pepa pressed on, undeterred. “Come on, guys. We’re almost there.”

“You heard the lady!” Félix waved his hand as he bounded over the hill and joined Pepa in running down to the riverbank.

Antonio was indeed there, with some very strange company. Bruno sat on the ground, cross-legged, and an assortment of creatures surrounded them. Half a dozen rats danced on what appeared to be a makeshift stage. A couple capybaras were chilling in the water. And, as always, Antonio’s jaguar, Parce, lounged lazily nearby.

“Antonio!” Pepa exclaimed, nearly tackling the child as she enveloped him in her arms.

“Mamá! What are you doing here?” Antonio asked curiously.

“Ay Toñito, we’ve been looking for you for so long! You missed dinner, and it’s dark out now.” She peppered his face with kisses aggressively, pulling away suddenly. “What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t realize it had gotten so late,” Antonio defended, wiping his face off with his arm. “Tío Bruno and I came down here after I finished helping Luisa with the donkeys- which took like half an hour. Those donkeys sure are stubborn!” He shook his head in disbelief. “Anyway, I ran into tío Bruno who was coming down here and wanted me to join him.”

Pepa blinked slowly, eyes drifting from one to the other, trying to absorb all this information. “And the animals?” She asked weakly.

“They just follow me around wherever I go,” Antonio stated matter-of-factly. “Check it out, tío Bruno wrote a new play, and we’ve been rehearsing it together!”

“We?” Félix asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Me and the animals, of course. Well, I’m mostly helping tío Bruno direct, but I think the rats have a good grasp on their parts now.”

The older Madrigals stifled a laugh at his precociousness.

“That’s great, Antonio!” Mirabel smiled at him encouragingly.

“Do you guys want to see?” He looked up at them expectantly. Bruno swiveled around to join him as the rats continued tap dancing across the stage.

“We-“ Everyone looked around, unsure how to respond. Luckily, they were spared the trouble.

Camilo’s stomach gurgled loudly. “Antonio, hermanito, you aren’t the only one who missed dinner. We kind of all missed dinner looking for you.”

“Milo!” Pepa looked at him reproachfully.

“What? It’s true! I’m not supposed to say things that are true? Obviously we were gonna look for you if you’re missing, but we did all miss dinner.”

“He is right, tía.” Luisa spoke up, almost bashfully. “It’s way past dinnertime.”

“Maybe we should all head back and eat,” Julieta suggested. “Then you can show us the play once all our tummies are full.”

“Okay…” Antonio started walking reluctantly. “Come on, Parce.” He waved the jaguar over.

“Oh, he is not coming back with us,” Pepa proclaimed. “Absolutely not.”

“But mamááá, he doesn’t want to be away from me. He’s like my pet.”

“Some people have dogs. You have a jaguar.” Pepa shook her head, rubbing circles over her temples. “Fine,” she relented finally. “But he is not sitting with us at the table.”

“Of course not,” Antonio agreed.

Pepa blinked, not expecting this to be so easy. “Good,” she said firmly.

“He’s too big to fit anyway,” Antonio reasoned. “Now the capybaras…”

“No animals at the table!”

“Not even the toucan?”

“Antonio!”

#pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #agustin madrigal #bruno madrigal #madrigal family #encanto #asks #anonymous #writing answered prompts #writing encanto #foreveranevilregal writes #writing pepa madrigal #narrator voice: the capybaras were in fact at the table #kinda want to explore some of these dynamics more? #like camilo and luisa #middle kid bonding and all

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(Apologies, my 4 Townie followers- this is a bit of a rogue post)

Okay so whenever I need to cheer myself up, I like to think of this hilarious (to me) scenario in my head…

And it involes Carlos being forced to play this song:

Let me set the scene…

So Abuela likes to get a local band in to play for the gatherings held at Casita, but one day, for whatever reason, one of the guitarists couldn’t make it.

In a moment of genius, she decided to tell Carlos to fill in. He’s the only Madrigal that can play guitar, and since he’s in her bad books (although when is he ever out of her bad books?), he had no choice.

So time skip to Carlos dressed in a yellow ruffled shirt and matching trousers (to coordinate with the other musicians), playing Gypsy Kings with the biggest, pissiest scowl on his face anyone has ever seen, while everyone else is dancing and having a great time.

Poor Carlos…but damn I would laugh…(and I think @madricat would too😂)

#carlos madrigal #Camilo madrigal #encanto #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal x reader #Spotify

[prophetic-hijinks]

Image of a blind character with dark skin, curly hair. He is wearing a suit vest with detailed raised patterns, carved buttons with butterflies and made of glowing emerald.

Paragraph one: Funny and a little sassy, empathetic Ramiro is a bright addition to the Madrigal household. He love his adopted family dearly.

Inset Picture of happy young Ramiro with congenital cataracts.

Text block: Memento from parents

Antonio had instructed and trained a melanistic jaguar to act as a seeing-eye-animal. He names her Chia.

Ramiro was born with congenital cataracts. Which due to being born to poor parents, they were unable to get him the surgery in time to avoid permanent damage.

When he was young he could sense some light and shapes, but as he aged all he could sense was movement. He wears the glasses due to light sensitivity, but also he has been assured they are particularly cool looking.

Ramiro has an appreciation for fashion like Elena. When she started making, or buying clothes for him. Not only did she choose fabrics that had interesting textures (or Mirabel adding embroidery), but Agustin had it impeccably tailored. He can't see the final look, but he likes the compliments he gets.

Ramiro doesn't receive his gift right away, but rather when he feels he is truly a Madrigal.

His gift is empathetic touch, which allow him to sense emotions tied to objects. But it also allow him to communicate directly with Casita.

Inset picture of young adult Ramiro with black melanistic jaguar: description text.

Antonio had instructed and trained a melanistic jaguar to act as a seeing-eye-animal. He names her Chia.

#encanto #encanto oc #adopted madrigal #Bruno madrigals kids #fanart #Ramiro madrigal #ramiromadrigal

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Encanto OC Event Week 2

Part 2: Tomás Herrera & Others

(Part 1 Here)

The second half of my OC relationship info post - this'll include some info about Tomás's bonds with my other OCs, as well as those background OCs' relationships with each other and canon characters.

@encanto-extended-edition

Tomás in regards to his natal family:

Tomás is the youngest in a family of four, born to Lucía and Horacio Herrera.

Lucía was a schoolteacher and volunteer in the town library, who passed away when Tomás was still a child. Tomás loved and admired his mother, considering her to have been a saint in life. The memories he has of her are fond ones, recalling her as being a kind woman without a bad word to say about anyone. He thinks highly of her optimism and humility, and her ability to make anyone feel understood and listened to.

Lucía as well as Tomás's older brother, Mateo, are both canonically deceased as per the events of the story the Herrera family is introduced in. This leaves Tomás and his father as the last living of their family within the Encanto.

Horacio used to be a mason, having to retire early due to weakness in his legs. Between this and the loss of his parents, his wife, and eventually his oldest son, Horacio sometimes thinks he's cursed - but his one silver lining is his remaining son, Tomás. Horacio has zero qualms about being openly affectionate with Tomás both physically and verbally, and though he's a little oblivious at times, he only wants the best for his boy. Tomás in turn is a loyal and protective son to Horacio, willing to put up with a little embarrassment if it makes his father happy. It doesn't matter how old Tomás gets, he'll always be his papá's conejito.

Art by cringecanto (right)

It's a bit self-indulgent of me, but I'm of the mind that when Tomás marries into the family, Casita springs up a small in-law suite for Horacio so he won't have to spend his days in an empty house. I also am of the mind that in their youth Horacio and Bruno were quite friendly with each other, due to both more or less being underdogs with not a lot of friends between them.

Horacio likely approached Bruno before his wife's passing, just on the off chance he saw her make a miraculous recovery. That isn't what he saw, of course. But though devastated, Horacio accepted the result with as much grace as he could and didn't blame Bruno or his visions for the bad news.

They ended up losing touch when Bruno became more withdrawn and eventually "left", but upon Bruno's return to society their friendship ends up picking right back up where it left off. When Tomás marries into the family and Horacio tags along, he and Bruno spend a good amount of their time having tea and playing cards as old men tend to do.

The rest under the cut to spare the poor dashboards out there!

The Patch:

The Patch, or El Parche, is the group name I use to refer to Camilo's small group of older friends, including Tomás (as introduced in the previous post). They're childhood friends; as a unit and individually they're all well-liked young men within their peers and the community as a whole, decently popular in different ways. They initially were meant to be unnamed background characters whose designs were pulled from random Encantownies, but I accidentally got attached to them and now they all have proper designs and development. Such is my life.--

Cristián Vargas, Rafael Molina, Santiago Torres, Tomás Herrera

Santiago (22) is the oldest not only of the friend group but of his own siblings, of which he's got 6 younger sisters and brothers. He's the designated 'mom friend' by nature, easily slotting into leadership positions and able to keep a handle on multiple goings-on at once. That said he very much is a mother hen type, a bit fussy and prone to scolding his siblings and friends (usually Rafael) whenever they start steering towards bad decisions.

Tomás and Santi are usually on the same page when it comes to caution and forethought, contrasting with Rafa and Cris's more go-with-the-flow attitudes. Santi's compassionate nature makes it easy for him to pick up on what Tomás is feeling without him voicing it, taking it upon himself to either make decisions based on what Tomás would most prefer or urging the others to do so instead. Tomás appreciates Santi looking out for him, feeling it alleviates pressure off of his own shoulders when he's unsure of what to do.

Rafael (21) is the most boisterous of all of them, the beacon of activity and extroversion to balance out his more subdued companions. He's a risk-taker and extremely liberal-minded about topics that usually wouldn't be openly bragged out, often leading to Santi urging him to keep it down (which will inevitably be ignored or expanded upon specifically to make Santi flustered).

His loud and brash personality clashes with Tomás's reserved ways, but the two have a unique bond despite the expected incompatibility; Rafael is not at all discouraged by Tomás's quietness and Tomás isn't put off by Rafael's brazenness. They both think the other is easy to communicate with - Tomás never has to guess what Rafa's feelings are and Rafa likes Tomás's predilection for being a listening ear.

Cristián (20) is far old enough now to have an identity and social circle separate to those of his twin brother César, but when he was a young child he used to be very shy and hesitant to leave his brother's side. When Santi and Rafa became his friends it was the first time he felt comfortable with something (or someone) that was more or less his own - so when his new friends started chatting with Tomás he felt a little threatened. Fears of abandonment were unfounded though, as not only did his friends not dump him in favor of the New Kid, but he very quickly realized why they liked Tomás and ended up getting attached to him too.

As adults they have similar mellow temperaments and get along quite nicely, though Cris's vastly improved self-assurance has made him a lot more laidback and unflappable than the more organized and prim Tomás. Tomás admires Cris's ability to be both steadfast and considerate, unwavering in what he believes in but knowing when to handle situations with delicateness and care.

When Camilo entered the picture and turned the Patch into a five-man-band, all four of the older members collectively decided that he was more or less their joint little brother. Santiago attempts to provide Camilo with proper advice and look out for him in ways an older brother should, which often means trying to make sure Rafael keeps his crude language in check around him. Rafael usually does not, taking a completely different approach to being and older brother and totally enabling Camilo's mischievous nature. Cristián is somewhere in the middle, oftentimes siding with Santi or Rafa purely based on what he think would have the most entertaining result.

Beyond this though Cris is a unique source of understanding for Camilo, as Cris is the only other person he knows who doesn't experience romantic attraction for anyone and has no interest in dating. He could have asked Bruno, of course, but solidarity feels a little better coming from someone close to his own age rather than his quirky hermit uncle.--

Cris, Santi and Rafa are the older brothers to Cecilia, Alejandra and Juancho (the town kids) respectively.

Other relationships to Encantownies include:

Santi and Alejandra have five other siblings, and José (the tall fellow Camilo shifts into near the start of the movie) is their tío. Osvaldo is a tío to Rafael and Juancho, as well as their teenaged sister. Cris's parents are seen bringing Cecilia into Casita before Antonio's ceremony, and his twin brother César is the young man who asks Luisa to help upright his leaning house.

Other OCs:

Claudia Reyes (19) is the young lady with the drum seen during The Family Madrigal, whose family owns the music shop they're playing in front of. Beside her are her brother-in-law on the left and her father on the right.

She's Rafael's long-time girlfriend, on his same wavelength of open-mindedness and free spirit. They've been in a strange will-they-won't-they situation since they were teenagers, with Rafael playing it off like they're not all that serious and just messing around. Everyone knows Rafa's totally full of it and is head over heels for her though, including Claudia who's more or less just waiting for him to finally get around to proposing. They're going to have at least 4 kids together.

She knows the rest of the Patch more or less as her boyfriend's friends, but there's still rapport between them and Claudia's more than welcome to hang with the boys whenever she wants. On top of that, she's also Luisa's good friend who oftentimes will suggest Luisa try out outrageous things in an effort to push her out of her comfort zone.

The town librarian, usually referred to as the Maestro, is an enigmatic yet helpful figure in town whose mission in life is the sharing of knowledge. They can be considered everyone's friend, though like Horacio they have a kinship with Bruno that goes back quite a few years. All perfectly platonic, mind you! Additionally, given Lucía's history of volunteering in the library, the Maestro also is on good terms with the Herrera family and still keeps in touch with Horacio pretty regularly.

And I think those are the most notable relationships to get into for now! Up next will be the AU posts, and... boy, do I have a lot of those. 🫠

#encanto oc event #encanto oc appreciation #encanto ocs #haato art #friend art #tomás herrera #cristián vargas #santiago torres #rafael molina #claudia reyes #encanto librarian #horacio herrera #lucía herrera #also there's hints of my headcanon that camilo (and bruno) are aroace in here